And every single person is a Two Bit lurkin' He could be working at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings (Ch, puh) Or in the parkin' lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck!" With his windows down and his system up So will the real Bitty please stand up And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud to be out of your mind and out of control And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?